Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Why won’t the words come?
Blank like a cloud-filled sky—
Why I wonder—why?
Why can I not sing
Freely
Perched up high
In the sky,
A nightingale
Singing her song
Even when I cry.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 2, 2026.
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Ah my friend here we have a great example of a contradiction "as blank as a cloud-filled sky" Led astray, the reader goes on. But is not a cloud filled sky full not blank? Is it you that can not sing freely or is it that you are feely perched up in the sky. I love such ambiguities for it gives such freedom of interpretation. Well done Tristan
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